The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that clung to the high, arched windows of the manor, blurring the world beyond into a watercolor smear of indistinct shapes and muted greens, and I stood before the grand fireplace, my fingers tracing the cold, rough-hewn stones of the hearth, feeling the chill of the ancient structure seep into my skin, a...

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